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cant hinder him
Serving everybody like Wimbledon
Im in a class of my own, I show my ass on a song
A flow that can not be faded, they wait in anticipation

This shit is hot as wasabi
I just do this as a hobby
And by the way
I produce all of my own beats
That shit that you is bumping to right now that's

My mind just booked a first class ticket to my destiny by the way
Yeah

Maybe I'mma fly away
Maybe I'mma fly away, some day

So gullible just

It's 10 o'clock and the news on again

Another story about another kid

But this time it was my sisters friends mama's kin

3 years old and she

It’s 10 o’clock and the news on again
Another story about another kid
But this time it was my sisters friends mama’s kin
3 years old and she barely

own devices or a single color
A rainbow collar
Held in perfect time by my father the frequent caller understanding what is smaller

The inner workings

default i blacks in the zone
Tell Smack this the throne
These grown fools
I’m homeschooled: been in a class of my own
And these are gems I am givin’ you

over my shoulders worried about police
Start sculpting my life into my own masterpiece
Write my music and how I feel in peace
The world is my jeans

wanna ask you straight out, thought that’d be too forward
It had been two weeks by then, what, did you hope I forgot it?
While you had hands on my Parker,

On your own two, bullets go through
Yeah I told you watch how you move
You can end up dead by the stroke of noon

I've seen arrows in the sky
Rainin' down

a dyslexic how to write neat and read
Pretty please
Preachers what you preach
It's a create
Swapping seats in class now the class with me getting chased by

one knows the time passing by

No one knows the time passing by

I remake my universe every time I use a verse

To fulfill my destiny, emcees rest in

Poet Laureate II

Canibus

Rip the Jacker

2003

intricately designed
He WAS Poet Laureate of his time
And if you don't mind, Id like to share some of his rhymes

Alone in my room, looking thru the 32X

on the clock
So I'd miss it if it came by
Feel like I'm waisting my time
I should be writing a rhyme
Instead of waiting around what am I doing?
I'm chasing

Burn the air with shit I write
I spark the J when thought align
Cross a line, it's bossing time, your losses trump my losses guy
I don't be talking

keep moving and proving to myself I'm improving
I'm lost, man my fucking head's gone
Why am I using every breath I own to get stoned
If that's how I'm

do as I write this letter / I'm on my own ass / competition in the reflection of the glass/ get a blender and throw in Enoch Spock and crock /

fault it's P the exulted from NYC
You get extremely cut the fuck
Up by Scar thee
Who can't recognize? Do I have
To prove all the time?
And get up close

Devvon meant by that
But now I know they made a nigga snap
I used to write all day in class
Wasn’t very cool man people used to laugh
But when I make it

Life can get taken at the speed of light
Trust me I seen this shit with my own eyes

I been up grinding for my dreams
Since the time I was a teen
Want

shall be forsaken
And a new age has begun

Day by day to the lay, I always took myself to school and did it with my due diligence
Got outta bed every

As I walk my eyes I blindfold
These rhymes I write so
Sublime delightful
Each line is like dope
Get high as kites go
Each time it's  like coke
Inside

saying?

Pre verse (me) - Now what you about to experience is...This is... this is Poetics 5...


Verse 1

I said too many times I've been
Lost
Within my

the game 
All my heroes die of suicide so put a white lighter in my pocket 
I will follow them with pride 
Wish I would've made myself my only ride or die